I am madly in love with a ghost

I am consumed with longings for an apparition

Intoxicated by my own imagining

Haunted by alternate endings

I am infinitely infatuated with a phantom

Restless for a requiem

I am withering in a perpetual purgatory

Manic for the manifestation of my expectations

On cold nights I wrap myself in these… false memories

Seduce myself to save my sanity

 Then weep for the man I thought he was

A ghost I still pray to visit me

-a.duncan 2016


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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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